Shiânagon was perplexed, and Violet also cried, thinking how strange all this was. At last Shiânagon saw it was no use to resist, and so having hurriedly changed her own dress for a better one, and taking with her the pretty dress of Violet which she had been making in the evening, got into the carriage, where Genji had already placed the little one.
It was no great distance to Nijiâ, and they arrived there before dawn. The carriage was driven up to the western wing of the mansion. To Shiânagon the whole affair seemed like a dream. “What am I to do?” she said to Genji, who teasingly answered, “What you choose. You may go if you like; so long as this darling is here I am content.” Genji lifted the girl out and carried her into the house. That part of the mansion in which they now were, had not been inhabited, and the furniture was scanty and inappropriate; so, calling Koremitz, the Prince ordered him to see that proper furniture was brought. The beds were therefore taken from the eastern wing, where he himself lived.
Day broke, and Shiânagon surveyed with admiration all the magnificence with which she was surrounded. Both the exterior of the building and its internal arrangements left nothing to be desired. Going to the casement, she saw the gravelled walks flashing brightly in the sun. “Ah,” thought she, “where am I amidst all this splendor? This is too grand for me!”
Bath water for their ablutions, and rice soup were now brought into the apartment, and Genji afterward made his appearance.
“What! no attendants? No one to play with the girl? I will send some,” and he then ordered some young persons from the eastern wing of the mansion. Four accordingly came.
Violet was still fast asleep in her night-dress, and now Genji gently shook and woke her. “Do not be frightened any more,” he said quietly to her; “a good girl would not be so, but would know that it is best to be obedient.” She became more and more pleasing to him, and he tried to please her by presenting to her a variety of pretty pictures and playthings, and by consulting her wishes in whatever she desired. She was still wearing the dress of mourning, of sombre color and of soft material, and it was only now at last that she began to smile a little, and this filled Genji with delight. He now had to return to the eastern wing, and Violet, for the first time, went to the casement and looked out on the scenery around. The trees covered with foliage, a small lake, and the plantations round about expanded before her as in a picture. Here and there young people were going in and out. “Ah! what a pretty place,” she exclaimed, charmed as she gazed around. Then, turning again into the apartment, she saw beautiful pictures painted on the screens and walls, which could not but please her.
Genji did not go to the Palace for two or three days, but spent his time in trying to train Violet. “She must soon take lessons in writing,” he thought, and he wrote several writing copies for her. Among these was one in plain characters on violet-colored paper, with the title, “Musashi-no” (The field of Musashi is known for its violets). She took it up, and in handwriting plain and clear though small, she found the following:
Though still a bud the violet be,
A still unopened blossom here,
Its tenderness has charms for me,
Recalling one no longer near.
“Come, you must write one now,” said Genji.
“I cannot write well enough,” said Violet, looking up at him, with an extremely charming look.
“Never mind, whether good or bad,” said he, “but still write something, to refuse is unkind. When there is any difficulty I will help you through with it.”
Thereupon she turned aside shyly and wrote something, handling the pen gracefully with her tiny fingers. “I have done it badly,” she cried out, and tried to conceal what she had written, but Genji insisted on seeing it and found the following:—
I wonder what's the floweret's name,
From which that bud its charm may claim!
This was, of course, written in a childish hand, but the writing was large and plain, giving promise of future excellence.
“How like her grandmother's it is,” thought Genji. “Were she to take lessons from a good professor she might become a master of the art.”
He ordered for her a beautiful doll's house, and played with her different innocent and amusing games.
In the meantime, the Prince, her father, had duly arrived at the old home of Violet and asked for her. The servants were embarrassed, but as they had been requested by Genji not to tell, and as Shiânagon had also enjoined them to keep silence, they simply told him that the nurse had taken her and absconded. The Prince was greatly amazed, but he remembered that the girl's grandmother never consented to send his daughter to his house, and knowing Shiânagon to be a shrewd and intelligent woman, he concluded that she had found out the reasons which influenced her, and that so out of respect to her, and out of dislike to tell him the reason of it, she had carried the girl off in order that she might be kept away from him. He therefore merely told the servants to inform him at once if they heard anything about them, and he returned home.
Our story again brings us back to Nijiâ. The girl gradually became reconciled to her new home, as she was most kindly treated by Genji. True, during those evenings when Genji was absent she thought of her dead grandmother, but the image of her father never presented itself to her, as she had seldom seen him. And now, naturally enough, Genji, whom she had learned to look upon as a second father, was the only one for whom she cared. She was the first to greet him when he came home, and she came forward to be fondled and caressed by him without shame or diffidence. Girls at her age are usually shy and under restraint, but with her it was quite different. And again, if a girl has somewhat of jealousy in her disposition, and looks upon every little trifle in a serious light, a man will have to be cautious in his dealings with her, and she herself, too, will often have to undergo vexation. Thus many disagreeable and unexpected incidents might often result. In the case of Violet, however, things were very different, and she was ever amiable and invariably pleasant.
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An Indian theological writing.
In the Buddhist Bible it is stated that there is in Paradise a divine tree, called Udon, which rarely blossoms. When, however, it does blossom, Buddha is said to appear in the world, therefore we make use of this expression when referring to any rare event.
The name of a song which in those days formed the first lesson in writing.
The authoress represents her in a subsequent chapter as suffering punishment in the next world for this sin. The real cause of Genji's exile is also supposed to have resulted from the same sin.